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Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

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One must ask, how much different were the two scenes Degas is portraying: the brothel and the Opera? Both were places of leisure for an upper-class male that resulted in sexual pleasure at .

Finally, I made it back to the theater, and guess what? The show was about to start! I squeezed into my seat, all out of breath. The lights dimmed, and I was like, “Okay, let’s do this!” The opera was some classic, you know, the kind where everyone’s singing in Italian, and I’m just sitting there pretending I understand.

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